We step into wardrobe worlds And find breadcrumbs in the forestThat lead us to riverbedsWhere we skip flat stones And dream of solace.

You divulge your secrets,Whisper the words The way the sun sets:With streaks of colourThat match the beating of my heart. I divulge my dreams,As if you were soft powdered snowFreshly fallen upon my face,A canvas my hands can form elaborate snow castles with.

But the ground Drags us back from our secret passageway,And our blooming garden withers before usAs hot air growls against our cheeksLeaving tiger breath patches on our skin.

I watch the glass towers Strip us of our souls,And program our bodies to walk their streets. But they forget to program our eyes,And though I shouldn’t,I see.

I watch as our feather light ghosts Hang from the highest peakLike white flags fluttering in the wind.

They dare us to surrender,But your hot air balloon limbs carry us upward,And we scale their glass towers,Claim the ghosts we always were,And float away